"I've decided that perhaps I'm bulimic and just keep forgetting to purge."

-- Paula Poundstone

Saturday, March 20, 2010

You’re killing me, Zumba Man

Oh, for the love of all that is good and holy: I’m pooped.

I just returned from Saturday Zumba.

Saturday Zumba is quite different from Wednesday Zumba and Friday Zumba.

Here’s a look at my random thoughts as it all went down:

11:30 a.m.: Oh look, a different teacher today. A Zumba Man.

11:40 a.m.: Hey, wait. This is not how Zumba Lady does it.

11:48 a.m.: Jumping? There’s jumping? My god, how many years has it been since I’ve even jumped?

11:59 a.m.: I may actually die today. I wonder if anyone has ever died in here.12:07 p.m.: How many people will it take to pick my body up if I do actually die in here. Maybe they’d just leave me here and implode me like that whale I saw that one time.

12:20 p.m. Man, that whale implosion is a funny video. I bet the people who read my blog would like to see it.